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My village also had one gay man. He moved away quite young, became a chef and a poet in the capital city. No room for gay in a dogmatic religious village. His parents always told him he would go to hell for his sins.
The whole town of had one openly gay man after that, in a population of 9000. The probabilities don't quite add up there. Extremely camp to make up for that. Hair salon owner with permed hair and a poodle with painted nails. You weren't supposed to talk about it.
When I was 14-15 and went to confirmation camp, one night we did anonymous questions with the priest. I wrote "What does the Bible say about being gay?" on my little strip of paper we all put in a hat.
"The Bible says it's a sin" the priest said, with nothing to soften it.
"The Bible says it's a sin" the priest said, with nothing to soften it.
I was furious, but I'd already given up on Christianity by then, aften an effort to try to be good like the Christians around me told me I should be. There's no passage that says "Being gay is a sin." Try harder to ask the questions I actually need answered. Care!
Later when I, too, moved to the capital to be as queer as I need to, I started going to a support group for trans and questioning people. The biggest city in the country, with 600 000 people... and this support group had me and 2 other people from my home town.
The probabilities, again, don't add up. One of them was a slightly older trans woman with the same name as my childhood home neighbor. Another one used to be my big brother's best friend in high school and I had a crush on her when I she was still a guy.
These queer people all have cool lives now around the capital area, but I had to move back. There needs to be more than one camp gay guy here. The town needs a weird escape room prophet witch. Especially the kind that can face the dogmatic people, expose them as less righteous
Local cryptid. Baba Yaga. The wise witch in the woods. The might-be-vampire-landed-gentry.
